Hope

“Hope is the Thing with Feathers”

By Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers-

That perches in the soul-

And sings the tune without the words-

And never stops – at all.

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet – never- in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

A short little poem.  Easy to read.  Easy to understand. 

And, at least for me, appropriate right now. And full of hope as well.